Fifty Shades of Shane // Shane Dawson fanfiction

Chapter 22

We both dig into our food, as she skips down the aisle away from us.

I twirl the noodle around on my fork and bring them to my mouth. I don't usually eat this way, but I don't want to seem like a pig in front of Shane.

I look up at him. He has a small piece of potato on the corner of his mouth.

As I'm pondering how to tell him, he reaches his hand over the table towards my face, holding his cloth napkin. He wipes the corner of my mouth.

"You had something on your face" He says with a big grin.

I reach my hand to flick the chunk of potato off of his face. When I flick it off, he lurched back, shocked. I realize that I flicked his face as well as the potato.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! You just had something.." I yell.

"No, it's fine." he says laughing.

It feels slightly awkward between us now.

He tries to bring up conversation and it works. He always makes everything work.

Once we finish our food, which was some of the best food I've ever had. We end up talking for probably hours. Then, our waitress comes once again to our table with the bill. Shane, thankfully takes the bill and pays it quicker than I can even think.

We leave our table and walk to the door. Shane takes my hand and pulls me out the door. The cool wind brings bumps up my legs. He notices I'm cold and walks even faster, pulling me with him. We reach his car and get inside. He pulls the car out of the parking lot and we get onto the highway. It has stopped raining for the most part. I'm not really paying attention to where we are or where we aer going, but I notice that we have passed my apartment and are heading in the direction of Shane's mansion.

I close my eyes for a bit and when I open them we have stopped and are parked in Shane's driveway, or should I say parking lot since it is enormous. He takes his key our of the ignition, I hear the sound of all of the keys clinking together, all belonging to something worth thousands, up to millions of dollars.

He open the door and cool breeze fills the car, amking me uncomfortable. We both get out of the car and walk up the house. I can't help but admire the absolute beauty of his house. Why does he even care about me again?

He unlocks the front door with on of those keys and pushes in the door, with me following close behind. He shuts it behind me and locks it. I set my purse and coat on a small chair near the door. Then, he grabs my hand and leads me up the amazing stairs to his classy, white bedroom. He walked up to a large speaker hidden in the corner of the room. I hadn't noticed it the first time I was here. He plugs in his phone and I see him scroll through his music library, then a radio station chose a station. Music begins to flood into my ear and throughout the house. There must be a speaker system thoughout the entire house because I can her the song echoing from other rooms.

He grabs me by the waist and we run back down the stairs. The song that is playing is an other love song. I have heard it before, but I can't find the name in my mind. We end up in a large room. The room is entirely made out of pure, white marble. Shane takes my hand and we begin to dance.